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We woke up everyone who was asleep in the sky something exploded,
I opened my window and looked up,
And here behind me say, "Look, again bombed!" -
And I answer: "Well yes it is just fireworks!".

To answer ?! Who said ?! After all, I was alone in the apartment!
I live with mother - a long time, probably asleep.
I turned around, that kind of nonsense, in front of me was my grandfather,
My grandfather, who in the 45th was killed.

Overcoat, forage cap, PCA
I was barely breathing,
And he shook his head, to chase a dream,
But the grandfather did not think to leave,
He asked for water to drink,
Then he said: "Sit down grandson, why stand!".

Instead I sat grandfather
As if looking in a mirror,
And the smoke of tobacco inhaled unknown to me,
And he smoked and talked,
For an idea where he fought, where he was
And on the Oder in a shell hit.

Then his eyes became thoughtful,
And my grandfather was silent a long time,
Then he sighed and said, "Tell me a grandson,
Why do you live like this,
As if you chew your shoe,
As if life for you ?! continuous illness. "

I'm confused, but then,
He dumped all the herd:
What modern man is such rubbish,
What I graft on a goat,
What's in the people's conscience died
And they do not wash enough in the world of baths.

I somehow there was still screaming,
But then his fist on the table fell,
Terrible burning eyes grandfather bored me:
"You used to look the part,
My grandson on your life essence
And then you'd not spoken since!

You were talented, all loved,
But buried in the money,
I was searching for the answer to the meaning of life, but now ?!
Are you looking for women on the side, he forgot about his son and wife,
And between you and the world steel door.

Is it possible for the sake of your squabbles,
For a bag of bread and circuses,
We died under fire fascist rats
Oh, no Hitler on you,
Then you only realized an hour,
All the value of life,
Its charm, its meaning! ".

Already dawn was part of my house,
And the birds singing outside the window,
The soldier disappeared and I suddenly began to realize:
In any of us sitting war
I do not know whose fault
And we can not be on it, guys die!
In any of us sitting war
I do not know whose fault
And we can not be on it, guys die!

 

   
   
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